Slopes - Prawn

A stable footing on your steep slopes

I know, I’m close to losing it all

You’ve covered your tracks with black ice

I think I’ve finally decided to stay

Remember that time you said «Don't wait up»

Well did you hear me in the end

I’ve got the empty of the word

The night we toasted our ideals

I’ve got the empty of the word

Tore the spiny cover off our own shells

Shifting winds from the summit

Can’t hardly believe it

Thought I’d find something smarter to say

Your eyes to the dark

My regard to the wind

We’re finding separate paths back to the fringe

So let’s not kid ourselves

A sea of love has so much weight

So let’s not kid ourselves

Let’s not fall in a lake

Our holdings only good for the day

Standing on these frozen slopes

Our holdings only good for the day

Ascending ascending ascending too late (x3)